“We walk into that room tomorrow morning and we lay it all on the table,” he said.

“Are you sure, Alexander?” Margaret asked. “It’s a massive risk. If the board doesn’t vote with you immediately, Victoria will have the security staff throw you out.”

“They will vote with me,” Alexander said. “Because if they don’t, I will take this package directly to the Securities and Exchange Commission and the Southern District of New York. The entire company will go under.”

He looked at the papers, then at the silver drive.

“We need to copy these physical files and upload them to a secure server,” he said.

“I can set up a secure drop box now,” Margaret said. “Scan them using the library scanner.”

“I’m on it,” Alexander said.

He stood up and walked toward a large printer-scanner unit in the corner of the room.

“Emma, help me feed these pages through,” he said.

I nodded and hurried to his side.

We began feeding the old bank statements into the scanner one by one.

The machine whirred, its green light illuminating the dark corners of the library with every pass.